I'm Gonna Be Iron Like A Lion In Zion

Salutations world. My name is Ayanda! Yes, I am an African. This blog will be dedicated to whatever-the-hell-I-like ;)
I’m super jealous of this lady >.< Awesome hair! Model! Singer!

I’m super jealous of this lady >.< Awesome hair! Model! Singer!

I REALLY want to read this book. Waris Dirie is so inspirational and I adore her attitude toward the modelling industry: “It was fun, but it was meaningless.”

I honestly can’t wait until my dreads are this impressive. My babies (dreadlocks) are only 5 months old.

Queen Elizabeth I: [to her army, lined up in front of her at Tilbury] My loving people. We see the sails of the enemy approaching. We hear the Spanish guns over the water. Soon now, we will meet them face-to-face. I am resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all. While we stand together no invader shall pass. Let them come with the armies of Hell; they will not pass! And when this day of battle is ended, we meet again in heaven or on the field of victory.

Pictures of the gorgeous Q’orianka Kilcher in one of my favorite movies: The New World

Prettiful dreadlocked girly

Prettiful dreadlocked girly

Tomorrow’s Daughters

I want to write a poem

About pretty black girls

Who don’t relax and lie their dreams away

Voices that curl

The staright edges of history

Hair thin slices of a movement

Turning the world kinky

I respect the disciplined silent screamers

Who expose the holes

Emily Dickinson, I am climbing through

To your wooden shed of isolation

Where the robin’s song

Robbed you of your sanity

I revere people to my own detriment

Perhaps you did too

But when I enter your hallowed hearth

Please don’t me away

I want to show pretty black girls

How to look at their hearts

With eyes blaring at full blast

The way you did together we can build a bridge

To the promise in their faces

And pull them towards poems by pretty black girls

Wearing crowns of change

by Lebogang Mashile